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Month: June 2017

Bill’s nine lives

I’m beginning to understand what it means for a cat to have nine lives. Formerly, I took that to mean that they lived nine different times. That it took ten tries to kill a cat finally and completely. When I was growing up, cats seemed to have the reincarnation thing…

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Chaos is an order to itself

On the one hand, I like things arranged, prearranged, thought through, and settled. I want to work with things to make them better rather than shaping them into another image of themselves. Since things can never be the way they were, I choose a direction (of which I am dead…

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Life’s angle of repose

It would be easy to think of this hill behind my house as a natural feature, a thing the forces of glaciation, uplift, and wind and water erosion delivered here. But humans used what these forces had left to form this landscape. They made decisions according to the logic of…

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A hill of my own

At night, as the neighborhood shuts down and goes to sleep, the sound of movement sweeps in over this small backyard. It is the reverberation of exchange, the relentless force of society and commerce, and of evolution. But during the day, when most people work and most goods move, the…

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